Thursday, February 17, 2011

Old Friend

I didn’t recognize you.A shy, drawling “Hey” sparkeda recent memory which faceand figure didn’t match. Staring,blinking, I tried to placeyou, but only the eyes lookedfamiliar. Deep within their sunkenpools reflections of what you werestill remained. Why did you do it?What kind of driving needcaused you to pursue suchdeceptive self-destruction,your mind and body blastedby repeated momentary pleasure?The will to die I can understand,but the will to live sucha life, raging for the nextfix, comes from a placeI cannot know. This should havebeen one happy occasion, lively talkabout work and kids and hard-earnedsuccess. But like a boy caughtin a lie I could only mumble,look aside, and wish therewas more I could say.